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she dug her arms deep into her 5 year-old, now worn out backpack. Her fingers roamed the bottom of the backpack feeling around for something cold, thin and metal. Once she felt the rigged edges of her keys, she pulled it out along with the purple dragon key ring her best friend gave her back in 5th grade. She jammed the keys into the keyhole and felt a wave of relief when she entered her room. The smell of her room always comforted her somehow. She threw her backpack across the floor, not caring all the things that are somewhat fragile inside, walked over to her bedside table to turn on her bubble blower and flung herself into her bed. After a few minutes of letting herself lay on her bed with her eyes closed, her mobile rang from inside her backpack which was across the room. She let out a little whine before dragging herself across the room to get to her backpack. Receiving her mobile from her backpack isn't much easier than finding her room keys. she always dumps everything inside her deep backpack then dug everything out when she really needed something she put inside earlier. She looked at the screen for a second, assumed it was from someone unimportant, then threw her mobile to her bed. she missed a few inches and it hit the wall instead. Like she cared. She got that mobile less than  a week ago and it's now already chipped on the upper right corner. She flung her self once more to her bed and just stare straight to the ceiling. bubbles floating by once in a while. that's a pretty weird habit she has, owning a bubble blower. she could turn it on all day and leave a whole bunch of bubbles floating by. She walked over to her bedside table, grabbed a white cloth and walked over to the other side of her room. She grazed the cloth she was holding carefully over a sculpture which would probably capture more attention to anyone than the bubbles ever would. it was a bronze, 2 and a half feet sculpture of the golden fleece-with real gold-on a tree, with the magnificent sleepless dragon curling around it. of course, not forgetting the main character of the sculpture, jason himself. poised so gracefully, so perfect she could never ever get bored from staring at him. 1 thing she was obsessed about, dragons. anything with dragons she would definitely save her money for months to buy it. her other most prized possession is the sculpture of Sapphira-eragon's dragon-she bought after a strict money spending policy for 6 months. Though Sapphira's feathered wings disappoint her,  it was still one magnificent dragon sculpture. When she first saw the movie, she was so annoyed at the wings. seriously, feathers? what stupid dragon has feathers for wings? they have a thin membrane for wings. like bats. every dipshit should know that.

i couldn't find a name for her and i know the story is pretty meaningless, but that's my point. i wanted to focus on details. not the story. i know it's still far from good, but i'm getting there.